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It had been a long conference. Three days of group meetings, side meetings, after dinner planning meetings…I just wanted to sleep and head back to San Francisco the following morning.
But there was one more afternoon session and I was playing host.
My hotel suite was buzzing with catering staff bringing drinks and snacks for the dozen or so people who would attend. I was moving between the bedroom and sitting area making sure everything was put away and organized. Diane, the director, had arrived early. She was wearing that flowered-print jersey dress I always liked to see her in. The chair was low to the ground and her knees were pointed towards the middle of the room. I kept glancing in her direction, watching the hem of the dress slip further above her knee as she distractedly looked over her notes or spoke to the busy hotel staff.
“I’ll be glad when this is over,” she said to me. “This has been a long meeting.”
“I know what you mean,” I said, straightening magazines on the credenza. “Do you think we’ll need a laptop set up.”
“Now that you mention it, that would be a good idea,” she said.
“No problem, I’ve got one in the back room. Be right back.”
I hurried into the bedroom, unplugged the Dell adapter and snapped up the computer. I could hear other people arriving. Sweeping back into the meeting area, I glanced around for an electrical outlet. There was one towards the head of the table where Diane would stand to speak. Perfect.
She was caught up in conversation with some of the other company team members. My eyes were on the hem of that airy, clingy dress. I watched her knees part just a bit. Then a bit more. Hmm…maybe I should find a reason to move closer, I thought.
Turns out I didn’t have to.
“William, will know,” I heard her say. Hearing my name I was alert to something she might need. She looked my way with a smile. The knees were fully parted when I walked in her direction. The light was just right. There were no panties. A mild dusting of pubic hair radiated from a shadowy vertical cleft revealing itself to me as I came closer still. I wondered if other people were stunned by this remarkable vision. But it didn’t matter who was watching. What a gift to the room, I thought. Her smile was still there as I knelt down next to the chair.
She slid her knees in my direction, messing with the papers in her lap. She made no effort to hide as my eyes glanced back and forth between her legs and her pretty smile. Soft finery was easily in view, easily within reach. My heart was pounding.
“What can I do for you,” I asked.
“I need to rest,” she said. “I can’t do this meeting. Can you run things for me or find somebody else to facilitate?”
“Sure I can,” I said. “Are you leaving, or is there something I can get for you here?”
“I don’t want to leave. I just don’t want to lead. Let me lie down in the back room for a few minutes. I’ll be ok if I rest for a few and if somebody else runs the group.”
I stood up and offered my hand. “Right this way,” I said.
She gave over the stack of papers and pushed herself out of the chair. Carrying the paper bundle, I walked through the door to the bedroom with her following. My efforts to tidy the suite had been worthwhile. The director was touring the entire suite.
I gestured towards the bed. “Anything you need, let me know,” I told her.
“Do you have any aspirin?”
“I think so, let me check.” I walked into the bathroom to hunt up the bottle of Bayer I kept in my shaving kit.
She followed behind me. She was loosening the knotted belt tied at her waist. She coiled the belt on the bathroom counter then in a single practiced motion pulled the dress over her head. She hung the dress on the back of the bathroom door then reached around to unfasten a flesh-colored bra. In another second the director was standing naked next to me in my hotel bathroom.
“You Kolej Escort don’t mind if I get comfortable do you?” She reached into the bathroom closet and pulled out one of the two white terry cloth robes. Slipping it over her shoulders, she tied the belt loose around her middle.
“Not at all… You are gorgeous, by the way. I love how casual you can be.” I handed her two of the Bayer tabs.
“William I’m so hung over,” she confessed, filling one of the bathroom glasses with water.
I couldn’t help smiling. She was suffering the director’s affliction, having to entertain the staff night after night. “No wonder you need to rest. Let me put you to bed,” I said. I couldn’t help but smile at the sound of that.
Feeling bolder about all this unexpected but delightful familiarity, I took her hand. I led her to the bedside.
“Here, sit down for a minute,” I said.
As she did so the robe parted in the middle. Lovely bare skin came full into view. This time I didn’t try to hide my stare. I knelt down in front of her and pushed my way between her legs. She didn’t resist, not even when I loosened the terry cloth belt. Not even when I slid my hands inside to stroke her mid section and run my fingers across her nipples. “We’ve known each other a long time,” I said. “I think it could be good between us.”
“You think so?”
“I never said anything. We work together.” The nipples were growing as I teased.
“We’re working together now. There’s a meeting going on in the next room.” Her hands settled on my arms and she breathed in deeply. Her breasts rose so that the tight nipples came into view. Sighing, I slid my hands down the full length of those parted thighs, standing up to leave.
“And you need a nap,” I said. “But I hope you’ll think about spending some quality time together.”
“I’m going to think about sleep,” she said, pulling back the bed covers. As an afterthought she said, “When Rich arrives tell him I am back here, please.”
“Yes, I will.”
I turned my head one last time. She was naked sliding between the sheets, unconcerned that one of her staff was watching. Her forehead went flat onto the pillows and her arms slid underneath. As she settled into the covers the top sheet revealed lovely shoulder blades, the curvey shape of a breast and a long, smooth landscape of bare skin sweeping down her back. I watched the director close her eyes.
“Thank you William,” she sighed.
Stepping into the outer room I was suddenly attentive to the low noise and commotion of people gathering. They were chatting in twos, getting coffee or cookies. One or two sat around the low coffee table. I asked the newest manager, Sheila, if she would run the meeting then handed the files and laptop over to her. While Sheila organized her thoughts I poured a coke and stood at the back of the room. People were settling into the couch and various cushy side chairs. “Let’s get started,” Sheila said. “Diane has asked if I would run this meeting. I understand she will join us in a little while.”
The meeting ran on. After maybe twenty minutes the suite door opened and Rich walked in. Other staff nodded his way while Sheila continued narrating one of the graphics. I walked over to greet him.
“Chairs are all taken,” I whispered.
“No problem, I’ll stand,” he whispered back. Then he looked around the room. “Is Diane here?”
“She’s in the back napping,” I said. “She told me to let you know.”
Rich nodded. “Sounds good.” Then he said, “I need to use the head.”
“Around to the left,” I said, gesturing towards the suite bar.
“Too noisy while the meeting is on. I’ll use the one in back.”
“Diane’s asleep,” I reminded him.
“I’ll tip-toe,” he said.
The door to the bedroom was ajar as it was. Any one of the staff could have peeked inside to see Diane lying face down between Kuzey Ankara Escort the sheets. Rich edged his way inside and waved at me as he disappeared. He pushed the door closer to the sill. That was disappointing. My slim view of the naked Diane had been compromised.
Sheila continued to talk. Questions were asked. Points were made. I watched the clock hand move. Ten minutes. Fifteen. Rich really needed to go, I thought to myself.
Then the door opened just wide enough for Rich to reappear. He nodded my way then walked over to get coffee. His face seemed a bit flushed. His shirt was neatly tucked inside his belt like he had been freshly dressed. Coffee in hand, I saw him give a slight wave to another colleague, Rex, who nodded in return. Rex then excused himself and stepped into the bedroom just as Rich had done. Ten minutes. Fifteen. I watched the second hand tick on. Then Rex slipped back into the main room to rejoin the group.
Five minutes later a third colleague, Brian, rose to use the backroom facilities. This time Sheila took the cue. “People,” she said, “Let’s take a break. How about fifteen minutes and we’ll wrap this up for today.”
“Good timing Sheila,” Rich said. “How about girls get the front bathroom next to the bar and guys use the one in back. And please keep it down while Diane is napping.”
Rich walked over towards me while I was eyeing the string of three or four guys walking into the bedroom. “Good meeting,” he said. “Sheila’s doing a great job.”
“Diane gave the meeting to me but said I could hand it off if I wanted. The practice is good for Shelia. These are her reports now.”
“Good call,” Rich said. “So, hey, tell me about that new software idea you’ve been working on. Catch me up…”
I was happy to talk about the program I had been designing. And while talking, I watched the other guys come back into the main room. One at a time. It seemed to me that Diane couldn’t be getting that much rest with all those people back there making even a little noise. After a while expounding all my great new ideas, Sheila called the meeting to order. Rich slapped my shoulder and said, “That’s terrific, thanks for the news.”
Then he said, “I think Bob is still in back. Want to let him know we’re starting?”
“Will do,” I said. That would give me a good excuse to check on Diane.
I eased around the edge of the bedroom door just in time to see Bob’s hard cock sliding out of Diane’s ass. Out of the director’s ass, mind you… The bed covers were crumpled. Diane was on knees, her round backside high in the air and fully exposed. Her head and shoulders were collapsed on the mattress and there was a glisten of sweat to her skin. The room smelled of sex. I could see cum oozing high and low.
“Next,” Bob said in a low voice. He pulled up his pants, tucking in his shirt. He would look freshly dressed too.
Diane turned her head to face towards the door. She saw me standing there in shock.
“William,” she said. Then she closed her eyes.
“What’s this,” I asked Bob.
“Part of the deal,” he said, walking past me. “Your turn if you want it.”
What do you say to something like that… Want it? Sure I did, but now? During a business meeting? After how many guys…? Five, six? And what about Sheila and the chatty girls in the other room. Did they know; was everyone in on this but me? What about that company policy anyway..?
“Ignore the policy,” Diane said in a low voice, reading my mind. “The policy is about non-consensual harassment.” She rolled onto her back so I could see. Her hair was wild. Her knees were chafed and her torso was flushed where hands had pulled her up or pushed her down. The sheets were drenched with what looked like Diane’s own cum.
She opened her sticky legs to me. Her sex was a soupy mess. Delicious looking.
“This is totally consensual, Maltepe Escort William”. Her hands went to clit. “Come use me. Anything you want to do… Anything… Just don’t disturb the others.”
I walked over to the bed, fascinated by this unexpected and riveting display. I was awed by what I was hearing, thinking about all the times I had fantasized about fucking this woman.
“Is it like this for you every time,” I asked. “Every meeting?”
She nodded, then looked thoughtful. “Well maybe not every meeting,” she corrected. “But yeah. This is me. I get my work done. I am the hard ass when I need to be. But I have to have this too, this playtime. It makes me whole. Makes me want to do this job, what, fifty hours a week. I’m lucky to be surrounded by people who like using me, who look forward to doing me however they want, one at a time or all at once it doesn’t matter so long as it doesn’t interfere with other things in people’s lives.” Her eyebrows came together for a moment. “So far I’ve avoided all that drama.” Her hands stayed busy. There was a slop-slush-slishing sound.
“William the VPs, some of the Board members — all have fucked me. Some of the shareholders too when it was important. Everybody does their job then has me to look forward to. They need it just like I do. So long as it doesn’t get in the way…” she repeated, her hand furious at her clit. “All those cocks in me…juicing me…god…”
She came while I stood there watching.
It was a long, low cumming. The orgasm made her eyes shut tight and her head arch back. Her muscles spasmed; she might have screamed if there hadn’t been a business meeting going on in the other room. The juice ran rich onto the already soaking-wet sheets. Quietly, like water draining from a wide open hose.
She shuddered again then melted into the bed. Her eyes lazily opened. “I want you too William. I want you to fuck me like the others do. Like I love them to do. Please fuck me and make me cum…” Her hands went back to her slippery clit. “Anything you want. Anywhere…” Her voice trailed off.
My cock was hard as wood. I did want that body, that woman. The idea that this lovely professional could also be so sexual, so… open — while being respected for her work and liked by the community — made it all the more appealing. Here was the complete woman, totally, on at every level, unapologetic about any of it. I wanted part of that for myself. I didn’t want to own it…but to be a part of it? Yeah. I stepped between her legs and unfastened my belt.
“Yes, I will,” I told her with conviction. “I’ll make you cum and I’ll enjoy doing it. But I want something in return.”
Her eyes locked onto mine. “What is it?” Her words hissed.
“I want to dress you when I’m through. To put that same flower print dress on this beautiful body that has just been used by all these guys. Without the bra.”
Her eyes widened slightly.
I said, “No panties, no bra, no shower to wash away the scent of all this cum. You will join the group just like that, so we can all see the natural shape of your breasts in that dress. So we can see your nipples showing like we all want to do anyway. So we can enjoy the smell of sex all over you. The guys will love it. The girls may love it too — you have to find a way to make it right with them. You want to be the business sex queen, that’s excellent. But the women have to know too…and be good with the idea. Some of them may even want to be just like you… One of these days.”
I stroked my cock so the head gleamed tight and shiny. She noticed.
“No bra,” she said. “Just for you. Ok. And for the others too. This one time. It’ll be exciting.” Her hands reached in my direction.
I leaned over and pushed my cock forward so the head popped just inside. She shivered and her hands went to pull at the sheets.
“Maybe sharing everything — bare nipples beneath these dresses you wear — is something you should get used to doing,” I told her. The dom in me was coming out. I pushed all the way in so her back arched. It was easy, so much cum in her. I slipped the belt from my pants.
I wondered if the slap slap slapping noise that followed could be heard on the other side of the door.
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